Within this work I've said a lot of stuff about a lot of stuff, even sex and drugs...and yet one word, though occasionally appearing here and there, has been notably absent, especially in a work that claims to be an exploraton on enlightenment...
So where's the Love?
Which just begs one question...
What do you want?
What is Love, if not a process...
A process of creation...
A process of discovery...
The way we live...
The way we learn...
The way we think and dream...
I think Love is Life...
Love is Creation...
Love is a thing in constant motion...
Always unfolding...
Love is an action...
I hesitate to define it
too much, if at all...
It's such a personal
and ethereal thing...
And words...however pretty
and true...often just get in the way...
And though I like to write and solve problems...
And...
When it's all said and done...
Weaving ItTogether
Some mysteries are better embraced than figured-out...
What do you want?
